Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Franke. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
John Holt,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.